It’s totally out, to be
crabby. Nasty mood? Doesn’t exist. Just as little as junk food, failure, the
wrong hotel, rainy weather on the beach, sweat when doing sports and days you
can’t get up. But I am crabby, I am stressed, I’m annoyed and I love junk food
from time to time. Not every single hotel is great enough to fit in my
Instagram feed. Where does this come from? Why
do we all pursue reality-contorted perfection, which cut outs everything what’s
not showing a happy life in luxury?

It’s so annoying, honestly,
because I’m feeling like shit, when I’m simply pissed of everything. Because I
get a guilty conscience when I have one day in a week eating everything what gets
in my way. And scrub sports. And this right before bikini season begins.
Approximately for a week. Okay, maybe for two. Bye, bye self-esteem and on the
next day: Hello motivation minus twenty and to a bed five times more comfy than
usual.

The
day is over before it even starts. It’s so frustrating because on
five of seven days a week I have the feeling to fail my life.

And then I’m even more crabby,
and yes, I’m in a nasty mood, and I’d like to post with #stayinbed instead of
#mondaymotivation on Mondays. F*ck off motivation appearing as pretty water
colour fonts, I want my chips and watching a stupid teenie series in my pajamas
– all day long! Unfortunately this isn’t something anybody would like to see on
the World Wide Web, pity, it would be much more real. But when I’m honest, I
don’t want to post something like that and I don’t even like the (optical)
aspects of such situations. Maybe when I flat lay it on a white
underground?